On the wall of a house on which
bricks were painted I saw
visions of God.
A sleepless night which makes others’ heads ache
made flowers open up in my brain.
And he who was lost like a dog
will be found like a man and come back.
Love is not the last room:
There are others along
the long corridor that has no end.
Being Present for the Moment
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Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
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Leonard Durso 
Really wonderful!
I’m glad you think so.
Very nice. SO continues to best me on unfollowing. Great post Leonard
Thanks. I’m glad you like it.
always company… Beautiful poem
I’m glad you liked it, Maureen.
A great poet, with such an observant eye. I’m lucky to be able to read him in the original, though this translation is very good. 🙂
Pound once said that to be able to truly appreciate literature, you need to speak and read about 8 languages. That number would probably be higher today. Thankfully there are many good translations available for those like me who can’t.
We are indeed very lucky to have such wonderful translations. 🙂